The fairy is fierce

Far away in the reed marsh, on a small mound a mile away. ♦♦  ♞♦

Tang Jingxuan was lying in the thick reeds, holding a golden bell charm in his hand; Tuanzi was also hiding in the haystack, with only a white fur ball-like head exposed, watching intently.

Tang Jingxuan saw a wall of fire rising in the distance. Zuo Lingquan and others were imprisoned. They didn't rush out for a long time, so she was very anxious. She wanted to get up, but she didn't know how to help. She gritted her teeth and could only whisper:

"The sky is spirited, the earth is spirited, the dead woman is about to appear..."

"Jiji?"

Tang Jingxuan kept talking about it for a long time, but couldn't feel the dead woman, and said angrily:

"Damn bitch, I know you are here, come out quickly! You don't get up when you should, and you get up when you shouldn't. If something happens to Xiao Zuo, I will chase you to the ends of the earth and kill you..."

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Still don't feel anything!

"Good sister, please come out and do me a favor. I won't ask you for the phoenix anymore..."

"You damn bitch, are you going to get out?"

…

The meaningless shouting has no effect except the occasional "chirp" from Tuanzi.

His gaze returned to the sword formation.

Seeing that the situation was at a deadlock, the three of them had no time to breathe.

Every moment that passes, the chance of the red-haired ancestor arriving increases.

Zuo Lingquan gritted his teeth and looked at the arm guard on his hand. Although he didn't want to learn Tie Dongfu's moves, his life was almost gone, so he couldn't care less.

Seeing Zhang Yinfeng turn into an iron-skinned bastard again, Zuo Lingquan gritted his teeth and rushed forward. According to the luck of the martial arts in the arm guard, he mobilized the whole body's true energy and gathered it in his left arm and legs.

He raised his left arm to protect himself. The phoenix arm guard unfolded and turned into a phoenix shield. The true energy in his body surged into the body. The relief of the flying phoenix spreading its wings on the shield turned into the phantom of the phoenix and let out a sharp cry:

"Qiang"

As Zuo Lingquan ran forward, his momentum surged, and his whole body turned into an unstoppable black cannonball. He rushed across a few feet in an instant, and with the phoenix shield in his hand, he hit the phantom of the golden bell.

boom

The ground beside the river shook!

The earth-shaking loud noise was like a battering ram hitting the city wall. •

The energy spread from the Phoenix Shield and turned into a black wave pouring out.

The golden bell shattered when touched, and the red protective energy spread out, but it was unable to damage the Phoenix Shield at all.

Under the overwhelming momentum, the Phoenix Shield collided with the armor condensed outside Zhang Yinfeng's body.

There were some cracks in the armor but it was not shattered, but this did not mean that it would not be affected.

Zuo Lingquan's sword focused on one point and had unparalleled penetrating power. It could break through armor but could not shake Zhang Yinfeng.

This was not the case with the shield attack. Zhang Yinfeng was hit by the Phoenix Shield. He felt like he was hit in the chest by a giant elephant. The armor on his body was not shattered, but he could no longer stand on his feet.

Zhang Yinfeng's eyes were stunned. At the moment of the collision, he was knocked backwards and flew backwards. The sword array was suspended in the air, and he lost control and fell to the ground.

After Zuo Lingquan collided with Zhang Yinfeng, his body stagnated, but his energy did not dissipate. A fan-shaped aftermath appeared in front of him, spreading outward, the scorched ground cracked and shattered, and rushed out of the wall of fire of the sword formation until he reached the riverside. It set off ripples on the river surface and spread halfway across the river surface in an instant.

Across the river, Situ, who was watching, was shocked. Seeing this earth-shattering scene, he clapped his hands hard:

"That's right, I thought this kid was really just reckless. Breaking the formation was as simple as breaking the formation, but it was all over if he couldn't stand still. It made me nervous for a long time."

The empress in the bronze mirror only observed and did not respond.

When Zhao Wuxie and Cheng Jiujiang saw the unshakable Zhang Yinfeng being knocked away, they were stunned and said in unison:

"Charge the city?!"

Zuo Lingquan was also in disbelief and glanced at the arm guard on his hand.

Zhang Yinfeng flew back nearly three feet before he stopped. He quickly raised his hand to stabilize the out-of-control sword array, and said with stunned eyes:

"Are you from Tiedong Mansion?"

Zuo Lingquan was too lazy to respond.

Zhao Wuxie realized that the attack was effective, remembered something, tilted his head and said angrily:

"Why didn't you use this move earlier? You stabbed him with the sword for a long time, I thought you knew that sword move.

"How do I know this works?"

"What do you know about yourself that you don't know?"

Seeing that there was a way to break through the defense, Cheng Jiujiang's eyes glowed with life and he said urgently:

"The Iron Head Mansion has a mace and a shield, which are specially used to deal with such bastard shells. The 'Zhenjia' can damage the meridians and the heart through armor, can you do it?"

Zuo Lingquan had never learned martial arts before, and he just learned the martial arts on the spot. When he checked, he did not find the 'Zhenjia' in the arm guard, only an extra 'Zhan Gang', which from the name is the Body Breaking Gang. Angry.

"No, they will rush into the city."

"Okay, come together!"

Zuo Lingquan, who had just been unable to eat anything, was very angry after being beaten. Now he had an idea, and he galloped up again with his sword, rushing towards Zhang Yinfeng who was facing a formidable enemy.

Zhang Yinfeng used the sword formation just to trap the three of them. He realized that the three of them turned around and fought back. They dared not stand and let Zuo Lingquan hit him. He quickly put away the sword formation, controlled the nine swords, and pulled back to keep distance.

The three of them sprinted forward. Zuo Lingquan held up his shield to block the flying sword; Cheng Jiujiang and Zhao Wuxie split up to outflank them, creating an opportunity for Zuo Lingquan to get close.

Tap tap tap

The footsteps on the reed beach were as dense as a rainstorm.

Cheng Jiujiang was as fast as thunder, lightning surrounded his fists, and he flashed to Zhang Yinfeng's left side in an instant.

Zhao Wuxie flew forward, deflected the flying sword, and stabbed Zhang Yinfeng's right side.

Zhang Yinfeng did not dare to be hit by the rampaging Zuo Lingquan. When he was walking around and facing the attack of three people, he naturally could not concentrate on wielding the sword. He gritted his teeth and took back a sword in his hand. He raised his hand and made a wave of wind and clouds.

Flames spurted out from the red sword blade, kicking up the charred soil and transforming into Zuo Lingquan rushing under the pressure of the waves, followed closely by a sword net.

Zuo Lingquan did not dodge at all. He raised the Phoenix Shield on his left arm and slammed through the sword net. The dense sword energy fell on the Phoenix Shield without leaving even a scratch.

Zhang Yinfeng, as a seventh-level monk of Linggu, struck with all his strength and was actually pierced by his opponent with a sword net. He could not conceal his shock:

"What is this..."

Bang

Before he finished speaking, Zuo Lingquan rushed forward and the Phoenix Shield hit Zhang Yinfeng again.

Zhang Yinfeng was locked from left to right, and he was knocked unsteady again before he could avoid it, and his feet were off the ground.

And at the next moment when Zhang Yinfeng's body was in the air, Zuo Lingquan's long sword in his right hand stabbed out, hitting the already densely cracked protective armor in the middle.

rustle

The sword energy like ink flow is almost indestructible.

Before Zhang Yinfeng could stabilize his figure, the phantom of the armor on his chest exploded. The flesh and skin that had not yet fully recovered were shattered by the sword energy, and even cracks appeared on his ribs.

"Suffer death!"

Zhao Wuxie has been practicing swordsmanship since he was a child. His swordsmanship may not be as good as that of Zuo Lingquan, but he is definitely not mediocre. No one needs to remind him. At the moment when his protective armor was shattered, he put all his life's learning into it. Pour a white light into the scar on Zhang Yinfeng's chest.

Bang

Even if Zhang Yinfeng was at the seventh level of the Spiritual Valley, his body would no longer be able to withstand such a combined attack. His chest and ribs were shattered, his lungs were churned, and his back robe was riddled with holes, spurting out a cloud of blood; the armor that protected his body lost the support of his true energy. , also began to fall apart.

Cheng Jiujiang was already ready to attack. He followed up with two punches and shouted angrily:

"You are the one who fucking starts it!"

As soon as he finished speaking, two punches hit Zhang Yinfeng's left temple.

Raging lightning rushed into his head, instantly making Zhang Yinfeng lose his mind and turned into a broken sack, flying sideways.

Zuo Lingquan succeeded with his sword and quickly pursued:

"You think I don't want to start?"

Zhao Wuxie reconsidered: "It's good if you can hit the chest. What do you know, a reckless man like you who uses fists?"

other side.

After all, Zhang Yinfeng was at the seventh level of the Spiritual Valley, and his body was much stronger than ordinary people. Even though he suffered such a heavy blow, he still regained his consciousness before landing. He raised his hand to control the eight swords and shot them at the three people who were chasing him. He turned around and ran towards Qingyun City.

"Don't leave!"

Zhao Wuxie was burdened with a blood feud. How could he let Zhang Yinfeng escape? After sweeping away his sword, he pursued with all his strength from behind.

However, no matter how fast Zhao Wuxie is, he can't be faster than a swordsman like Zuo Lingquan who specializes in explosions.

But in the blink of an eye, Zuo Lingquan rushed behind Zhang Yinfeng.

Zhang Yinfeng was seriously injured and could not outrun Zuo Lingquan. He could only grit his teeth and throw his beloved sword back, and at the same time, he threw out all the talismans he was carrying.

Zuo Lingquan saw a handful of pieces of paper flying in front of him, and the five-color stream of light shone. He quickly unfolded the phoenix shield in front of him, and quickly walked around from the side. He only heard a crackling sound, and Zuo Lingquan caught up behind Zhang Yinfeng again. A sword is handed out:

"Die!"

But at this moment, a loud shout suddenly came from the sky:

"How dare you, Shuzi!"

The next moment, overwhelming murderous intent came from the sky, followed by a fire python.

The fire python fell from the sky, with a red sword at the front, aiming directly at Zuo Lingquan who was charging forward.

The Netherworld monk's angry blow was enough to affect the celestial phenomena. Under this sword, all the reeds in a radius of a hundred feet burned, and even the earth was roasted to dryness. The fire python had not even landed on the ground, and the vegetation turned into fly ash.

Zuo Lingquan's hair stood on end as he felt a volcano pressing down on his head. He gave up the pursuit without hesitation. He took out the golden bell talisman from his sleeves and unfolded the phoenix shield into a semicircle, covering his head.

boom

The reed beach exploded and waves of fire spread.

The red long sword hit the ground like a mountain weighing ten thousand, and instantly knocked Zuo Lingquan, who was standing there, into the ground, leaving a circular pit nearly three feet in diameter.

Zhao Wuxie and Cheng Jiujiang stopped suddenly. Their faces turned pale when they saw this scene, and they were hit by the wave of venting and took a few steps back.

The two of them looked up and saw an old man with red hair standing on top of the flying sword high in the sky. His beard and hair were spread out, and his face turned purple with anger.

The raging flames surrounded the old man's body. It was no longer true energy, but real fire. Looking from the ground, it was like another round of scorching sun appeared in the sky.

"The red-haired old immortal..."

Zhao Wuxie and Cheng Jiu stood frozen on the spot, knowing that they were doomed...